..

late call

i was remembering
that house in the desert
with steel girders clutching hot glass

shuddering at night
like ribs failing to draw a breath.

brilliantly in-

vis
-i-
ble

and alone and
held by hills of
gritted boulders. i was thinking

of how we climbed those
honeycombed rocks

(        tip        toe        on
serrations)

and squinted at tempered
shimmers,

        when your name resurfaced
        on
my phone. it shook

like the

tender tremors of an ailing cat